At this point, blood spurted out from his mouth, and his breathing became more rapid.
Mo Li held his pulse gate with her hand, knowing that his internal organs were injured and it was impossible to save him with her ability. "Do you have any last words? If you say it, I will do it!"
She had seen too much death. Baili Yunmiao was the father of her body, but Mo Li could not really recognize him as her father. She only made this promise because of the care he had taken for her in the past two months.
Baili Yunmiao looked at the strange daughter in front of him. He no longer had the time or energy to think about what happened to her daughter. He just gasped quickly and said with his last strength, "The demon refining bottle... the spiritual platform..."
After saying these five words, he could no longer continue, and his body sank and he died in Mo Li's arms.
Placing him flat on the ground, Mo Li looked in the direction of his fingers and saw the spiritual altars of the ancestors of the Baili family neatly arranged on the wooden frame.
Could it be that the demon refining bottle is on the spiritual platform?!
Li Li looked around the entire spiritual platform in confusion. Except for the spiritual tablets and the tribute incense table, she didn't find anything else.
Looking sideways at the pale sky outside the door, Mo Li did not continue searching, but raised his hand and pulled off a decorative white lace from the beam to cover Baili Yunmiao's body.
"Remembering the care I have taken over the past two months, one day, I will kill Ming Lie for you, even to repay you and your daughter's favor!" Taking a white candle from the stand, Mo Li lit the altar casually.
The tent hanging from the top.
The fire suddenly started to light up, and Mo Li turned around and walked towards the door.
Since she was born with a useless constitution and could not train as a demon refining master, she naturally did not have much interest in the demon refining bottle.
Just as he was about to walk to the door, his ears caught an urgent sound.
"Girl, don't leave!"
Are there still people alive?!
Mo Li clenched the dagger in his hand and turned around quickly. He saw a growing fire, but there was no one alive!
"I'm under the mourning platform. Quick, turn the incense burner!"
The voice sounded again, and this time, Li Qiye heard it clearly.
The voice was old and hoarse, revealing extremely eagerness.
Could it be someone from the Baili Yi clan hiding in the secret pavilion?!
Confused, Mo Li rushed over, kicked Duan Wu's burning body away, grabbed the incense burner on the table, and twisted it hard.
There was a click, the machine spring sounded softly, and the bluestone ground under the spiritual platform slowly bounced open.
Li Qiye bent over and looked around, and saw nothing but an ordinary-looking, old black wooden box the size of two palms in a mezzanine the size of a bluestone slab.
Behind him, the ignited wooden pillar collapsed. Without thinking, Mo Li reached out to grab the wooden box, turned around and swept out of the ancestral hall.
She had just landed on her tiptoes when the entire ancestral hall collapsed behind her.
Looking around at the corpses in the courtyard, Mo Li casually pulled out a few burning beams from the rubble and threw them into the courtyard with him.
After returning to his own courtyard and packing some silver clothes, Mo Li took a horse from the stable and ran out of Baili Villa.
It was a cold night and the wind was strong, and it had not snowed for a long time. It was a time when the weather was dry. In just a moment, the flowers and trees in the courtyard were ignited, and the entire Baili Villa turned into a sea of fire.
Running all the way out of the village, Mo Li turned around and looked at the flames rising into the sky.
Even though she didn't have much emotion here for two months, she couldn't help but secretly sigh when she saw such a huge change in a generation of aristocratic families.
Withdrawing his gaze, Mo Li jumped on his horse and galloped toward the southwest. As he said this, a large mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth, and his breathing became more rapid.
Mo Li held his pulse gate with her hand, knowing that his internal organs were injured and it was impossible to save him with her ability. "Do you have any last words? If you say it, I will do it!"
She had seen too much death. Baili Yunmiao was the father of her body, but Mo Li could not really recognize him as her father. She only made this promise because of the care he had taken for her in the past two months.
Baili Yunmiao looked at the strange daughter in front of him. He no longer had the time or energy to think about what happened to her daughter. He just gasped quickly and said with his last strength, "The demon refining bottle... the spiritual platform..."
After saying these five words, he could no longer continue, and his body sank and he died in Mo Li's arms.
Placing him flat on the ground, Mo Li looked in the direction of his fingers and saw the spiritual altars of the ancestors of the Baili family neatly arranged on the wooden frame.
Could it be that the demon refining bottle is on the spiritual platform?!
Li Li looked around the entire spiritual platform in confusion. Except for the spiritual tablets and the tribute incense table, she didn't find anything else.
Looking sideways at the pale sky outside the door, Mo Li did not continue searching, but raised his hand and pulled off a decorative white lace from the beam to cover Baili Yunmiao's body.
"Remembering the care I have taken over the past two months, one day, I will kill Ming Lie for you, even to repay you and your daughter's favor!" Taking a white candle from the stand, Mo Li lit the altar casually.
The tent hanging from the top.
The fire suddenly started to light up, and Mo Li turned around and walked towards the door.
Since she was born with a useless constitution and could not train as a demon refining master, she naturally did not have much interest in the demon refining bottle.
Just as he was about to walk to the door, his ears caught an urgent sound.
"Girl, don't leave!"
Are there still people alive?!
Mo Li clenched the dagger in his hand and turned around quickly. He saw a growing fire, but there was no one alive!
"I'm under the mourning platform. Quick, turn the incense burner!"
The voice sounded again, and this time, Li Qiye heard it clearly.
The voice was old and hoarse, revealing extremely eagerness.
Could it be someone from the Baili Yi clan hiding in the secret pavilion?!
Confused, Mo Li rushed over, kicked Duan Wu's burning body away, grabbed the incense burner on the table, and twisted it hard.
There was a click, the machine spring sounded softly, and the bluestone ground under the spiritual platform slowly bounced open.
Li Qiye bent over and looked around, and saw nothing but an ordinary-looking, old black wooden box the size of two palms in a mezzanine the size of a bluestone slab.
Behind him, the ignited wooden pillar collapsed. Without thinking, Mo Li reached out to grab the wooden box, turned around and swept out of the ancestral hall.
She had just landed on her tiptoes when the entire ancestral hall collapsed behind her.
Looking around at the corpses in the courtyard, Mo Li casually pulled out a few burning beams from the rubble and threw them into the courtyard with him.
After returning to his own courtyard and packing some silver clothes, Mo Li took a horse from the stable and ran out of Baili Villa.
It was a cold night and the wind was strong, and it had not snowed for a long time. It was a time when the weather was dry. In just a moment, the flowers and trees in the courtyard were ignited, and the entire Baili Villa turned into a sea of fire.
Running all the way out of the village, Mo Li turned around and looked at the flames rising into the sky.
Even though she didn't have much emotion here for two months, she couldn't help but secretly sigh when she saw such a huge change in a generation of aristocratic families.
Withdrawing his gaze, Mo Li jumped on his horse and galloped towards the southwest.